Chapter Six
The Ganateans set sail as the harvest was gathered in, and soon the winter rains began, clouding the province of Slaradun in ink-dark clouds that blotted out the moon. The stretch between harvest and Midwinter was a monotony of identical gray days. Darna scarcely noticed the time passing. Ivanat had invited her back to his library, where she spent her days perusing texts and making notes. From time to time, she ventured out to pace the dimensions of various structures on the muddy land. She wondered how she might persuade the prince to place some building like a temple in the town, but she could find no better site than the old temple’s spot on the village square. Even there, she could scarcely feel the dragon-currents, almost as if the dragon was gone and the land was dead, b
